Word: lacks
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...TIME, May 25, I noticed a full-page announcement featuring a Yale man ("Yale,'36") who says that wearing an Elgin watch is one of the traditions of his family. As a University of Minnesota man I would like to report on the regrettable lack of family traditions out here in the Middle West. Traditions are much undervalued: even opposed. Not long ago I heard another University of Minnesota man remark, "Can you imagine it-my whole family religiously eats Wheaties every morning!" I considered the remark interesting in that it illustrates the blind resistance of Minnesota...
Even a few weeks ago it would have been a shooting offense for any Russian to say openly that his country's Communist criminal code had basic defects. These are, declared Comrade Vishinsky, the present code's "unwieldiness, its lack of clarity and its insufficiency of attention to defense of the rights and interests of individual working people...
Americans have bitter cause to remember a "program"--in many respects similar to M. Blum's--full of glittering promises, some of which could be subscribed to "in principle" by thoughtful people. The botched execution, the lack of fundamental planning, and above all, the record of ill-success has left many disillusioned and ready to reckon how much has been destroyed and how little constructed in its place...
Comptroller General? If Pat Harrison goes down to defeat in Mississippi's pri-mary this summer, it will not be a sentence of exile from his beloved Washington. A level-headed party regular whose lack of enthusiasm for some New Deal experiments has not abated his zeal helping to bring them into being, he has served his President with a loyalty which cannot well go unrewarded. The Comptroller Generalship, which John R. McCarl will vacate July 1, is believed by many to be his for the asking. In that $15,000-per-year job he would be sure...
DAYS OF WRATH - André Malraux - Random House ($1.75). New authors, like clouds no bigger than a man's hand, appear frequently on the literary horizon, and never lack for meteorologists to predict their growth into the greatest storm yet seen. André Malraux is such a cloud. Before he swam into U. S. ken, transatlantic reports from his native France indicated that his thunder & lightning had awed many a seasoned observer there, and that the hailstones he had begun to pour down were of a majestic size and aspect unparalleled. When his Man's Fate (TIME, June...